"Khi điệu nhạc trở nên chán chường, khi chỉ còn là những giấc mơ để giữ tâm hồn trẻ mãi.
Là lúc để tôi quay về nhà, nơi mà tôi sẽ bắt đầu cuộc sống mới"
Not very often have we met. But the music’s been too bad
Can only sense happiness. If the music is sad
So I’m going home. I must hurry home. Where a life goes on.
We’re too old to make a mess. Dreams will keep me young
Old enough to stress. Only mirrors tell the time
So I’m going home. I must hurry home. So will my life go on.
Yes, I’m going home. Going home alone.
And your life goes on.So I’m going home.
Can only sense happiness. If the music is sad
So I’m going home. I must hurry home. Where a life goes on.
We’re too old to make a mess. Dreams will keep me young
Old enough to stress. Only mirrors tell the time
So I’m going home. I must hurry home. So will my life go on.
Yes, I’m going home. Going home alone.
And your life goes on.So I’m going home.
I must hurry home. So will my life go on.
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